My Ex-Bestfriend

Rehearsal

The 6 weeks flew by but not because it was effortless. 

There wouldn't be a boujie 6 tiered cake as every baker within a 100 miles that was worth anything couldn't accommodate even that short of notice. To her absolute shock name dropping Savannah Montgomery did not change the answer.  

After the cake debacle I am destined to have to wear hearing aids thanks to Savannah's cries and tantrums. Finally she accepted the news opting for a more chic dessert table with pies, cup cakes, etc.

If she wasn't pregnant or my client I would have killed her when I found out she didn't even LIKE cake. She HATED cake. She was distraught over a cake she wouldn't even eat!

My only motivation to not wrangle her perfect neck was that she was a paying client. All of her crazy demands  just showed me how much Michael had changed. He was always easy going and care free but now his life was being run by a tyrant. Not surprised as they say men often marry some version of their mother. Savannah seemed to fit that role perfectly.

In this line of work, with the clients we serve, I am used to the needy demanding OCD type of women. Savannah checks all those boxes. I wasn't sure if her neediness picked up since being pregnant but she couldn't manage a single phone call or interaction with any vendor without me. I earned this paycheck without a doubt and Michael better know it.

It's FINALLY rehearsal night and due to being the ringleader of this circus  I almost forgot who would be in attendance.....The groom's family.

I knew his mom would still recognize me. I grew up with her piercing stares burning holes in the back of head, or front, or side or any part that was near her precious Michael. If I ever went missing I would want her to give the details of my face to the sketch artist, she wouldn't miss a freckle.

Michael communicated via email that he prefaced to his mother our current arrangement and situation. That was a relief. Still I had this uneasy feeling in my gut. I had been taking rolaids like they were tic tacs.

The only light at the ends of this tunnel was after tomorrow it was all over. I will not have to wake up thinking about Michael, the what ifs and the possibilities. I won't  be stressing about him trying to nudge his way back into my life. I can officially move on and he as well. It was the peace I was looking for. Just one more day was my mantra.

For the wedding rehearsal I brought in Charles to help coordinate everyone. I say "brought in" but it was more forcefully coerced by my boss to bring him along. He will also be assisting me the day of the wedding. None of this was my idea. 

Mr. Jones asked if I would help Charles navigate the ropes and to guide him on proper etiquette. So now I was trying to walk the tightrope of Michael/Mrs. James while babysitting a pervert.

I had my handy dandy checklist therefore everything was going seamlessly.  The rehearsal was mainly for the wedding party as we practiced a quick run through of where to stand, timing, etc. They needed to practice coming down the aisle and departing. We needed to do a quick run through of the vows then just a few pointers on pictures for after while the venue changes to the reception.

Tyler found me and despite 6 weeks of time passing his fondness apparently had not dissipated. He came strolling over looking as dapper as ever in business casual with his white button up shirt open enough that his perfectly sculpted pectorals were peeking out.  He flashes me his pearly whites that I couldn't help but mirror him in response.

Instead of a hand he leans in for a one armed side hug but he whispers in my ear as his burly hand squeezes, "Don't think I have forgotten about Allie, I hope she saves me a dance at the reception."